by Sam Crescent
He didn’t wait for her permission. Leaning forward, he flicked the tip of one nipple, relishing her moan as she released it.
“That feels so good,” she said.
Parker moved to the other nipple. Releasing his grip on her ass, he cupped her knee, and began to stroke a hand up her inner thigh until he cupped her pussy. The thin panties she wore were soaking wet to the touch. Sliding a finger beneath the damp fabric, he found her wet pussy.
Teasing her clit, he felt her shake and moan. He continued to suck on her nipple as she rode his finger.
She was saying his name over and over. Parker couldn’t get enough of her.
Even as her cheeks heated, and she’d seemed a little embarrassed, she’d fought it, and was now like fire in his arms. He fucking loved it. His cock was aching to get out, but for now he just wanted to pleasure her.
It seemed like within seconds she was coming, her body arching as she rode her orgasm. He listened to her cries, knowing he couldn’t wait to have her doing that with his mouth on her body. She was so fucking responsive.
When she could no longer take any more, he removed his hand.
Slowly, Poppy came down from her high, and as she did, she reached for his belt.
After tasting her pussy on his fingers, he leaned back, allowing her to release his cock. He sprang free, and her hand wrapped around the length. He gritted his teeth at the intense pleasure that washed over him just from having her hand on him.
“You’re so hard,” she said.
The tip was already slick with his pre-cum. He felt like a randy teenager getting his first hand-job.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he said.
She smiled. It was that teasing smile that he loved so much. Rarely did he ever see it. He hoped now that would change.
Parker didn’t stop her as she lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. It was sheer heaven. Gliding his fingers in her hair, he guided her in the way he liked his cock sucked, letting her know he didn’t mind a little pain so her teeth scoring down the sides was more than fine.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he said.
She bobbed her head. This little picnic by the lake hadn’t been about sex. The moment she showed her tits though, all bets had been off. Her body was made for being fucked and made love to. She was their woman, the Smiths’ woman, and they were going to treat her so damn right. She’d never doubt loving them.
Parker would make sure of it.
He saw stars as she sucked him to orgasm. He didn’t have time to warn her, but that didn’t stop Poppy as she swallowed him down.
She was the perfect woman for them.
****
“Are you having a good time?” Shawn asked, coming up behind her as Poppy was about to take a shot at the target. Seeing her with a gun in her hand was fucking hot.
“Yeah, I’m doing okay. I want to win that bear though, and I’m really struggling. Everyone can shoot these damn things, and for me, nothing.” She took aim and fired. The target moved right past the bullet.
He couldn’t have his woman going without. “How many do I need to shoot to get the bear?”
“All of them,” the guy said, looking bored.
Shawn paid his money, and took the spare gun that was waiting to be fired.
“You really don’t have to do this,” she said.
“What my lady wants, she gets.”
He took aim and fired, each target going down as he went through them.
“Oh, wow,” she said.
“You won the bear.”
The guy manning the stall handed him the biggest bear there was.
“Do I get a kiss?” Shawn asked, holding the bear in front of his body but puckering his lips.
“Of course.”
She went onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips.
To Shawn, it felt so natural to him to kiss her.
“This belongs to you.” He handed her the bear and she held it.
“I love it.”
“Only the best for my girl.” He took her hand as they walked away. Their first stop was the truck, where he put the bear into the passenger seat. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise.”
“You’re the first person to ever win me something. Mom always tried, but she was like me. Could never make a target.”
“Your dad never took you to the fair?”
“No. He was never interested in stuff like that. My dad, he liked the single life. Mom always said that getting pregnant by him was the best and worst thing that ever happened. There were times he liked to pretend to be a dad. That would last a couple of hours, and he’d stick around until they’d fight, and he’d leave. I think it’s why I don’t really care much about him. He was never someone I could rely on. He always had a life somewhere else.”
“Have you heard from him recently?” Shawn asked.
“Nope. Not a sound from him. I’m glad, actually. Life is easier without him. I didn’t rely on him growing up, so why would I now?”
He gave her hand a comforting squeeze as they entered the fair. Shawn didn’t let her go, and they went around trying some of the food that was on offer, and then playing some more games.
Poppy was as bad at throwing balls as she was at firing guns.
“Will you stop laughing at me? It’s not fair. Just because you can kill things with guns and be all manly. Some of us have other skills, and we use them well.”
He pulled her close, kissing her neck. “You have so many other skills.”
“Shawn Smith, has your mind gone to the gutter?”
“Nope. It’s not had any time to yet, has it?”
She turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “No, we’ve not had time, but that will change tonight.”
“Are you happy, Poppy?”
“More than happy, Shawn. I’ve … erm … this was what I’ve been wanting, but I was afraid to say anything.”
“You can talk to me about anything and everything.” He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder, trailing his fingers down her back. Her nipples grew tight as they pressed against the front of her dress.
His brothers were around the fair, having fun. “Are you ready to head home?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go home with you.”
They had stayed for another hour, and as he made his way to his truck, he noticed something wasn’t right.
“Is your truck door open?” she asked.
“I didn’t lock it.” When he got to the side of the door, he saw the bear that he’d won for Poppy had been torn to shreds. Stuffing was all over the ground, and the head had been taken off, and was on the windowsill of his truck.
Casey and Parker were already heading toward him.
“Wow, who would do something like that?” Poppy asked. She picked up the stuffing and stood.
“Do we report this to the sheriff?” Shawn asked.
“And say what? Someone has attacked and killed a stuffed bear?” Poppy asked. He saw tears in her eyes, and he wanted to hurt whoever had done this shit to his woman. “This is nothing. Honestly.” She picked up the destroyed bear and climbed into the truck. “Let’s go home, Shawn.”
He closed the door and turned to Casey.
“I’ll let the sheriff know that there was an attack on a stuffed animal. I don’t think he’d want to know the details. It really could have been a bunch of kids,” Casey said.
“Yeah, then why do you look worried?”
“Because now it really could be anyone, and there’s no security here, Shawn. Keep an eye on Poppy. I saw her hugging that thing as you came to put it in the car.”
“You think this is about her?” Shawn asked.
“I don’t know. I’m not prepared to take any chances though.”
Chapter Eight
A couple of days later
Poppy finished the last stitch on the bear and stepped back from her handiwork. After years of having to fix tears and buttons, her mother
had taught her a thing or two. There was no way she was ever throwing out the bear. It had been a sweet gift from her men. She smiled as she saw the head was tilted to one side.
It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it would do. She was happy with it. She’d kept all of the stuffing and fixed every single cut.
“Good as new,” Shawn said, entering the kitchen. He was sweaty from the last of the summer heat.
“I think so. He’s a little damaged, but he’s going to last longer than any of us.” She held up the bear’s head, and as soon as she let go, it tilted again. “I was never really that good at stitching anyway.”
“It looks good to me.”
She stepped away from the bear, moving toward him. “What’s going on?”
“I wanted to come and say hi to my woman. I can do that now, you know?”
“Ah, I do know.”
“Just like I can do this.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers.
“That feels really nice.”
He moved her back so that she was pressed against the fridge. Taking her hands, he pressed them above her head, his leg moving between hers so that he touched her pussy. She wished she hadn’t worn jeans as she wanted him as close as possible.
Her body was on fire the instant he began to touch her.
“I can do so many things now without worrying about damaging our friendship. You know why, Poppy?”
She shook her head.
“Because I love you more than anything. You’ve always belonged to me. For as long as I can remember, you’ve been mine. You will always be mine.” He ran a thumb across her lip. “And now you belong to us.”
Hearing this declaration made her hotter than ever before.
He slammed his lips down on her, and she moaned. Her pussy was wet with need, her nipples slick.
All this touching was driving her crazy. They had each brought her to orgasm, just as she had them, but they hadn’t gone too far.
She was feeling like a slut with how much she wanted them to fuck her, to take her hard.
She’d never been with a man, and yet it was like her body knew what it craved, what it needed, and she wanted to give into it.
One of his hands moved down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple before moving down. He shoved his hand into the waistband of her jeans, finding her pussy.
“I want you, Poppy. I want you so much.”
All too soon, his hands were gone, but he was moving her to the laundry room. He kicked the door shut, and went for the button on her jeans. She didn’t stop him as he opened up her jeans, taking them down to her ankles. She kicked them off.
He grabbed her ass, lifting her up onto the counter, pushing out of the way the washing she’d folded.
Shawn spread her thighs, and she moaned as his finger teased along her slit.
Staring down at him, she watched as he put his mouth on her pussy. His tongue teased her clit then slid down, going to her entrance but pulling back up.
He repeated this, driving her crazy. At this rate, she would be the only virgin to ever die of orgasm.
“Please, Shawn,” she said.
He didn’t stop.
Shawn brought her to orgasm with his mouth. She held onto the back of his head, whimpering his name as he licked her pussy. The pleasure was amazing, and she didn’t want it to stop.
“You taste so fucking good, babe.” He pressed a kiss to her clit, and then stood back. Afterward, he was a gentleman, helping her back into her panties and jeans.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I wanted to taste you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and before she could stop him he was heading out the door.
She gritted her teeth as she watched him go.
They were driving her crazy.
For the next couple of hours, she got the chili ready and refolded the washing. She took some out to hang up to dry, made her way toward the chickens, and fed them. She talked with Louise for a few minutes and headed back home.
Parker took his turn as he fingered her in the downstairs bathroom. She didn’t think for a second she could find another release so soon, but he proved her wrong.
A couple of hours after that, Casey was on her, bringing her to orgasm. Neither of them wanted her to touch them even though she saw the evidence of their struggle. They were driving her crazy.
After serving up the chili and cleaning the kitchen, she made her way to her room. Casey had bought her a laptop in case she was in need of some retail therapy and none of them had time to take her shopping.
She had discovered that not only did she like shopping online, she loved watching porn. Well, she didn’t love to watch it.
It just helped her to understand a few things.
Clicking on one video that had been loaded, she watched as one woman knelt on the floor in the center as several men surrounded her. Poppy counted five men in total. The woman was working her hands up and down the shafts of two men, while she sucked on another. The remaining men were waiting their turn.
She thought about Casey, Parker, and Shawn downstairs.
She’d known them all of her life, and now that they were together, they didn’t seem in a rush to go all the way.
Her virginity was still intact, and she was finding it harder to not beg.
Was it wrong to beg to be fucked?
They all wanted to be with her, and she wanted them.
Would it be wrong to go all the way?
Ugh! Her own hormones were driving her crazy.
Poppy knew deep down that they were just giving her time to get accustomed to them. They were being gentlemanly, but she was getting impatient.
Biting her lip, she heard as they all made their way downstairs. The ranch hands had long gone. She heard the television turn on.
One of her rules was if her door was closed, then she would like some privacy. As she stared at the video, the woman was now being fucked by two of the men.
If Poppy was going to get what she wanted, she was going to have to do the hunting. She may not be able to shoot, or hunt, but she could get the Smith brothers to want her. She hoped.
With each passing second, her confidence diminished.
She didn’t stop though.
This was going to be one fight she won.
****
The movie that was playing really didn’t hold Casey’s attention. He’d seen that Poppy’s door was closed, and he couldn’t help but feel that she was upset. He didn’t know why though. They weren’t rushing her to sleep with them. They were all taking their time with her, letting her get used to three men and their demands.
The ranch was a lot of hard work, and his mother had warned that she might get lonely. Casey didn’t like the thought of Poppy being alone. With three of them, he hoped that one of them could be with her at every turn. Since the attack on the ranch and then on the bear, they had taken it in turns to be close to the ranch-house.
He didn’t believe it was a bunch of teenagers, but he also didn’t want to scare Shawn or Poppy. Whoever this was was targeting them. Not his fathers, them.
Both of his dads didn’t think that was the case, but Casey’s gut was telling him otherwise. He’d protect his family no matter what.
He sipped at his soda and watched as the bloodshed went crazy on the movie. Horror movies never really appealed to him, but Parker and Shawn enjoyed it.
“Wow, so you’d rather watch blood, guts, and gore?” Poppy asked.
They all turned, and he saw she was wearing a long robe. There was a smile on her lips, and he saw her assessing each of them.
“Your door was closed. I was respecting your privacy,” Shawn said.
“Same here,” Parker said.
She stepped into the room. When she was in the middle of the room, she turned, smiling at each of them in turn.
“You know, for the past couple of days, you’ve all been touching me. Bringing me to orgasm, driving me crazy with your
touch, and you won’t let me touch you.”
Casey’s cock went so hard it was hurting him to sit.
She opened the robe and let it slide down her body.
Her naked perfection was standing before them.
In the past few months she had put back on the weight she had lost while tending to her mother. Her thighs were full, her hips and stomach rounded, and her tits heavy. Her ass was ripe and made him want to sink his teeth into the curved flesh.
“Now, I’m a virgin. I know Shawn is as well. You’ve been with other people.” She looked toward him and Parker. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I’m tired of watching porn and craving what you guys refuse to give me.” Her hand was on her stomach, then moved to her hips.
“We were waiting for you to be ready,” Casey said.
“I’m ready.” She turned to look at him. The fire in her eyes called to him. She was making him hotter than hell with her attitude. He loved that she’d come to them.
He loved that she stood in their sitting room, completely naked, wanting each of them.
Casey stood first. He removed his clothes, being careful as he eased his dick out of his pants.
His cock stood hard and proud, wanting inside her.
Once he was naked, he saw that Parker and Shawn had done the same. He took a seat, wrapping his hand around his dick, working the length from root to tip. “Why don’t you tell us exactly what you want?” he asked.
“I want you to fuck me. I don’t want to leave this sitting room a virgin.” Her cheeks were red even as she spoke.
Her nipples were rock-hard points.
Standing up once again, he moved toward her, and circled her body. “Then who do you want to take that cherry, to pop it, baby?”
“Casey!” Shawn spoke up.
“No,” she said. “I like the way he talks. I don’t want you to pretend to be something you’re not. I want to hear you talk dirty. I’m your woman. When we’re alone, you can be as dirty as you like. When we’re with others, I want to be treated with respect.”
Casey put a hand on her stomach and pulled her back. “You will be treated with respect.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “Always.”